Write one leaf about ghosts

He has always seen himself as a wraith. Or something diaphanous, like a curtain or a cobweb that brushes past people’s faces and no one ever wonders what it is. He would stand at the crossroads and cry out but no one would heed him. “Did you hear that?” “It was probably just the wind,” they would say.

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